always has a way of making you feel refreshed. I've been growing my hair for a couple of months and today I thought I'd go and get it neatened up for the coming NYE celebrations.
The barber I go to is an old Greek man. I've been visiting his dodgy little single chair operation for 2 years now. He doesn't speak english very well. In fact, more often than not, I don't understand a single word he says. I just smile and nod. He's a friendly ol' fellow and does a great traditional hair cut. A $10 haircut. It's fantastic value, none of this Tony and Guy $100 bullshit for the same result.
Well today, I asked for my usual "Short back and sides thanks." He mumbled something that I didn't catch and then asked me if I wanted the usual #2 blade. I was pleased that he remembered that I like it very short around the back. With the flick of the switch the Wahl's buzzed and he commenced clippering my hair - on the very top of my head!
At this point I realised that what he had assumed was that I wanted a #2 crew cut. Hmmmm. I broke into a sweat. Really, I did. This was NOT how I wanted my hair cut. But alas, the damage was done. Without my beard, and now without my hair, my head is as round as the moon. ROUND... VERY ROUND!